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“Does this mean we can be friends-with-benefits again?” Well, we are friends, and we were ******* like before. It seemed like a reasonable question to ask. “I don’t know, I have to figure some things out.” You had always been so sure of yourself, ‘til now - there was a sadness in your voice I had never heard before. All I could do was turn over, breathe your smell and hope you were okay because I didn’t have the right to ask you what was wrong.
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
Mam was so happy to see you back again.
“Does this mean we can be friends-with-benefits again?” Well, we are friends, and we were ******* like before. It seemed like a reasonable question to ask. “I don’t know, I have to figure some things out.” You had always been so sure of yourself, ‘til now - there was a sadness in your voice I had never heard before. All I could do was turn over, breathe your smell and hope you were okay because I didn’t have the right to ask you what was wrong.
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
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